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Trophy
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Utwór Trophy został wydany 1 stycznia 2026 przez Artist Theory jako część albumu Trophy - Single
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Data wydania1 stycznia 2026
WytwórniaArtist Theory
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM113

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benjamin Steer
Benjamin Steer
Vocals
Dan McDougall
Dan McDougall
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Steer
Benjamin Steer
Composer
Dan McDougall
Dan McDougall
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan McDougall
Dan McDougall
Producer
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Ooh
And we were kissin' in the backseat
You said you wanted me, wanted me
You had your hands all over me
Oh, what went so wrong?
24 hours, and we barely speak
A brand-new meanin' of a quick bend
I guess I won't be asking you for a drink
Oh, what went so wrong?
It's the sinner's way to talk, so I go and cut it off
But then you cared, but then you cared
And I thought you wanted space, baby, you just love the chase
So you cared, well, do you care?
You call me "baby" when you're feeling down
You hold me close, but then you spit me right out
Guess I'm your trophy that you never show around
Ooh
Am I just your plaything?
'Cause you're pullin' on my heartstrings
You say you love me when you're finishing
Oh my god, I just tried to let you go, baby
But you said I'm the one who's all cagey
Lazy lately, but just maybe ADHD got me crazy
It's the sinner's way to talk, so I go and cut it off
But then you cared, but then you cared
And I thought you wanted space, maybe you just love the chase
So you cared, do you care?
You call me "baby" when you're feeling down
You hold me close, but then you spit me right out
Guess I'm your trophy that you never show around
Ooh
You call me "baby" when you're feeling down
You hold me close, but then you spit me right out
Guess I'm your trophy that you never show around
Ooh
Oh well, the sweet turns bitter, the void gets bigger
Quicker than a dog to a bone
And you're the bee to the honey when I'm spendin' money
But it's better than bein' alone
So I'll be there when
You call me "baby" when you're feeling down
You hold me close, but then you spit me right out
Guess I'm your trophy that you never show around
Ooh
You call me "baby" when you're feeling down
You hold me close, but then you spit me right out
Guess I'm your trophy that you never show around
Ooh
Written by: Benjamin Steer, Dan McDougall
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